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Dec 2017
Hold fast to forgetting, so I did but I
could still hear the music of my heart's strainings.
Listening for the note that would say
it's divine where you're heading.
Understand me now, hold fast to forgetting.
Leslie Ledezma
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Leslie Ledezma  23/F/LA
(23/F/LA)   
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